Bedsheet of Your Ugly Deeds
Last night, the doctor of my
mind made a decision,
To put my rage aside, to do a
worthy commitment,
You, the golden flower,
blooming within my region,
Love, one day, I promise, get you
my heart sent.
Lying beside the bedsheet of
your ugly deeds,
And lamenting the name of my
destiny's only destination
My heart is trying to stop the
growth of those weeds,
That once, gifted me my talent,
to love you, my passion.
Get out of these ugly memories
out of my beautiful mind,
You made seven suns to work to
get my head boil,
You go to the chruch of the
purest, Me; You may find,
But, the best love grows when
you are on your native soil.
Those arms were not enough to
hold your dangerous eyes,
They were meant to make you
with a safer heaven of love,
Now, open those ditches, that
hear your sound, when cries,
But, I will be there to listen
those, only from the above.....! ! !
Copyright © Vishal Kumar | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment